As they arrived at the apartment building, San gently lowered Wooyoung to the ground, and they proceeded towards Apartment 54. Suddenly, Wooyoung's eyes widened, and he instinctively hid behind the stairway wall, motioning for San to stay quiet. Confusion crossed San's face as he followed Wooyoung's gaze to the front of his apartment, where two boys and a girl stood, seemingly waiting for him.
"Why are you hiding?" San whispered, puzzled by Wooyoung's fearful reaction.
Wooyoung signaled for him to stay silent, fear etched on his face.
"They have something to do with you?" San guessed, concern creasing his brow.
Wooyoung signaled again, urging San not to draw attention to them. Understanding the gravity of the situation, San halted and observed the trio of kids.
"Let's go. Why are you scared? Are they your bullies or something? You have me here," San reassured, trying to alleviate Wooyoung's fear.
Just then, one of the kids, Junghee, spotted San and approached them.
"Hey, have you seen a boy here? He's tall, with brown hair, wearing a grey hoodie," Junghee inquired urgently.
San glanced at Wooyoung, then responded calmly, "He went to the rooftop a few minutes ago. That way," he gestured towards the other stairway leading to the rooftop.
"Thanks," Junghee nodded, relieved, as they hurried off in the direction San indicated.
Once they were out of sight, Wooyoung let out a sigh of relief, ready to proceed.
As Wooyoung moved to leave, San's hand clasped around his wrist, pulling him gently but firmly towards him. Their bodies were close, and Wooyoung found himself looking up into San's eyes, a silent exchange passing between them. In that moment, the world seemed to stand still, and Wooyoung felt a rush of emotions stirring within him.
San's voice, soft yet intense, broke the silence. "Are these the ones who hurt you like this?"
Wooyoung's heart fluttered at the concern in San's eyes, but he hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Sensing his internal struggle, San held his gaze, his presence offering both strength and comfort.
"It doesn't matter now," Wooyoung finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Let's go. If anybody sees us, we're in trouble."
Without waiting for a response, Wooyoung turned towards the apartment door, his hand still enveloped in San's grasp. With a silent understanding between them, they stepped forward together, leaving behind the tension of the moment as they entered the safety of the apartment.
As San entered the apartment, it was a small one-room space, but it was clean and carried the scent of Wooyoung. Everything was neat and tidy. There wasn't much in the room—just an old mattress, neatly tucked under a soft pink furry blanket with a small, adorable pillow. A small kitchenette sat at the side of the room, and San glanced around, noticing a small fan humming softly. He opened the window on the other side of the room and saw a pretty mountain view that made his eyes glimmer.
"i will Be quick," Wooyoung said as he headed to the washroom.
San sat down on the mattress, his eyes drawn to a small side table. There, he saw a photo of Wooyoung with someone else—it was Hongjoong, San's best friend. San's hands trembled as he touched the picture, seeing the same smiley face that brought back memories of their bitter moments together.
Hongjoong's voice echoed through the rain-soaked alley, each word carrying the weight of their shattered bond. "I TOLD YOU, SAN, THIS ISN'T WHO YOU ARE! THIS LIFE... IT'S NOT YOU! FORGET THIS VIOLENCE, THIS CHAOS! YOU'RE NOT CUT OUT FOR IT!"
San's eyes flashed with defiance, raindrops mingling with the intensity of his gaze. "AS IF I HAVE A CHOICE! YOU THINK I CHOSE THIS? YOU HAVE OPTIONS, HONGJOONG. I DON'T!"
Their heated exchange intensified, the rain falling in relentless torrents, mirroring the turmoil within. "YOU REALLY DON'T SEE ME AS YOUR BROTHER, DO YOU?" Hongjoong's voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal etched in every syllable.
San's jaw clenched, his resolve unyielding. "LET'S CUT TIES, HONGJOONG. YOU GO YOUR WAY, AND I'LL GO MINE."
Their paths diverged in the downpour, an irrevocable separation fueled by irreconcilable differences. As they parted ways, the bitter truth lingered in the air—a rift that would never heal.
Later, as Wooyoung emerged from the washroom, San's hands trembled as he replaced the picture frame, the memories of that fateful encounter burning in his mind like embers in the rain.
Suddenly, San looked at Wooyoung as he pointed at the picture.
San: "Is... is he your brother?"
Wooyoung: "Yes, he is," Wooyoung blinked at him.
San: "I will be back with some food."
Wooyoung: "Wait, hey San, wait..." Before Wooyoung could call him, San left.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the small apartment, signaling San's departure. Wooyoung's chest tightened with a mixture of emotions
San's footsteps echoed through the empty streets as he stormed away, his frustration boiling over like a raging tempest. With each stride, his mind raced back to that fateful encounter with Hongjoong, the bitter words exchanged in the pouring rain still haunting him after all these years.
"I never wanted this life, Hongjoong!" he shouted into the night, his voice raw with emotion. "But the world left me with no choice!"
The memory of their parting words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the chasm that had formed between them. As San reached a secluded spot, he sank to his knees, the weight of regret bearing down on him like an anchor.
"I can't face him again," he muttered to himself, his fists clenching in frustration. "Not after what happened... Not after all this time."
But even as he spoke the words, doubt gnawed at his resolve. Deep down, he knew that the ghosts of his past would continue to haunt him until he confronted them head-on.
"I have to find a solution," he whispered quietly, his voice barely audible. "It's essential for Youngshin's well-being... and for mine. he can't follow the path his brother never wanted me to take, and I must act before Hongjoong catches sight of me with him."
What he failed to realize was that Hongjoong would never see him again, as he was no longer alive.
Author note
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